Poetry and short stories by Paris. 15,769 People Peeking at Paris. Follow Paris Poems on WordPress. Enter your email address to follow Paris Poems and receive notifications of my new posts by email. Places to Partake of Paris. Eyes close and I envision a mullioned window to my soul. A small opening, only I can control. Just a little part of who and what I am.

We all dream of heaven,. Though we all cannot go. Of the week, each seven,. Remind us, the dreams below. Eerily reminiscent images on a wall,. Shows us the dreams that surface,. And tells us how far we fall,. With greed, unable to save face. The same beneath a mask of death. Down to our last breath. And there the image on the wall. She looks the same as you to me. We are the same in death we fall,. We are the same in dreams we see.

I sat pressed up against the wall,. All I wanted really was to feel the. The edge of the frame. Day in and day out, it was always. The bleak and the dark and the menacing. Taunt of hours and hours. Become less dreadful when challenged. With imaginings of blue skies, road signs. The whistle sounds, and the daydream ends.